An extremely informal snippet of writing that was inspired by my desktop background. I just had fun writing it. Maybe one day it will continue, but until then do with it what you will. :D Enjoy reading! SPOILER ALERT FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T WATCHED DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 1

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Hermione Granger and the Snatchers

In that moment, running so fast the wind couldn't even catch her, was exhilarating. It would have been even better had she not been running for her life. They were after mudbloods, but a bigger prize was Harry Potter himself.

It was hard navigating through all the densely packed trees, like a maze, but the dead end was coming fast behind you. She didn't allow herself to think of anything other than her feet and their placement on even ground. There were no sounds except of heavy breathing in short quick gasps, multiple feet muffled by the forest floor and successive explosions as she and her two best friends did what they could to save themselves, or at least harry.

The snatcher look the long way around and placed himself right in front of her. She stopped running, this is what wands were for, but there was still someone running up from behind. She dared a glance back and saw that Harry was racing towards her, a snatcher at his heels. She expected Ron was a good couple meters ahead of them, he always was a fast runner.

Don't let them catch Harry, don't let them catch Harry, it was the plan, unspoken and fully understood. Do anything necessary to keep Harry safe and so she raised her wand and pointed it directly at Harry's face. He was knocked backwards, it could have been a mistake, a rash action by an overwhelmed girl, trapped and scared. Or at least that's what she hoped they saw in her.

She let Harry stay on the floor of the forest and turned quickly back to face the snatcher who had cut her off. He had made his way much closer to her now, less than half the distance. She spoke the first spell that came to mind. Unfortunately it was one that blew her innocent girl cover. "Sectumsempera". The filthy man dropped when he stood and began to convulse among the decomposed leaves. The blood began to seep through his mismatched clothes and cover his entire body.

Hermione heard yells coming from somewhere and they pulled her out of her revere. She turned back to Harry and saw that he was successfully standing on his own. "Run!" she yelled, taking his wrist and leading him through the forest once more.

Where was Ron? He had to have gone farther off, but to a point where the spells couldn't be heard? She focused on Harry and his stumbling as they heard more yells around them. The trees were disorienting, she couldn't tell backwards from forwards anymore, there was only one coherent direction in her mind: away. But now even that was proving to be difficult because no one was chasing them.

And then she saw him, legs and arms bound by spiked vines, on the ground trying to scream, the vines hindered his voice too. Ron! Hermione didn't care that there were a pair of snatchers there, she didn't care that they saw her coming straight for them. All she knew was Ron's face saying it all. The Cruciatus Curse. "Expelliarmus!" she screamed. Harry was beginning to dig in his heels, but she continued on not caring that none of her spells were being of help to her.

Just as she was about to use a regrettable curse something caught her ankle and she fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of her lungs. Even though her eyes were shut tight to help her endure the sudden pain she could feel thick coils slithering around her entire body, obstructing any mobility of her limbs. Her mind jumped to her hand and she was relieved to learn that her wand was at least still in her possession. There was nothing she could do now but wait. Her blurry vision could make out Ron's body laying still two meters away, she couldn't see harry in her line of vision.

Someone gripped her upper arms roughly and with a grunt lifted her up off the cold hard ground. "Look what we's got here Scab," the snatcher called gruffly. Hermione was finally able to see Harry again. He was in the same position she was, but he wasn't bound. If she hadn't known the boy for seven years she wouldn't know it was him, thank god.

One snatcher was preoccupied with her and Harry each, Ron had two, Hermione had desecrated one, and now she saw one more. He seemed to be the leader, she assumed by the way he walked. It was smooth, elegant, and dignified as if he was walking through a garden with a neatly trimmed path. The contrast was jaw-dropping. Lean, tall, and from his expression fairly arrogant. "What happened to you ugly?" He was looking at Harry. Hermione was surprised when his voice flowed out like satin.

He walked right up the Harry and took his swollen face in his hand, inspecting it. "Who are you?" he asked inaudibly. Hermione could hear a raspy "Vernon Dursley", but she could also hear groaning coming from behind her. Ron was finally coming around, her body immediately jerked trying to escape the clutches of her oaf of a captor. She began to trash as much as her bound body would allow, but the snatcher didn't even shift his feet. If ever Hermione felt powerless it was now. Both of her best friends were in incredibly horrible situations and she being the only able bodied was unable to keep them safe.

And then she remembered the snatcher didn't bother to take away her wand; it was still clutched in her hand. She tilted it so the tip faced the man holding her from behind and mentally thought "Pretificus Totalus". She felt him become ridged behind her, but with his hands still gripped onto her arms he did not fall over, simply became heavy dead weight for Hermione to support.

She wouldn't act until their leader was close enough and as if he was reading her thoughts, which he very well could have been, his head turned around to face her, but his eyes were focused on something behind her. "Carrion! Did you hear me? I said to go search the – " he broke off as his expression became that of a curious and befuddled man. His hand released Harry's face and he began to walk towards Hermione and the petrified man behind her. She wanted to laugh at the snatcher with his head cocked to the right and mouth beginning to gape.

He was barely half a wand's length away from her inspecting his colleague. She knew that she didn't have the time to avenge Ron's suffering the Crutiatus Curse, she had to make sure he was hurt enough that the others could think to do nothing other than help their precious leader. "Sectum –" "You're a smart one aren't you?" he whispered into her ear as he quickly slid the wand out of her hand. He pointed her wand at 'Carrion' and Hermione felt the weight lift up. "Next time take her wand away you idiot," he growled with impatience.

He returned his attention back to her, his eyes level with hers, trying to take her in. "What's your name?" he breathed. Hermione disgusted turned her face away. A strong hand grabbed her face and turned it back, his expression was to different, but his frustration was obvious in his eyes. "Penelope Clearwater," she said with as stable a voice as she could manage.

"Mudblood, are you?" his voice became louder so the entire company could hear. "These two are not on the list Scabior," one of the men standing next to Ron called out. Scabior stood straight up, he was almost a head taller than Hermione. "Take ginger and ugly to the cart, and tie 'em up good. No screw ups." His tone was harsh and commanding, but still streamed like silk. "Carrion, you too. I'll bring up Clearwater."

The snatcher who previously held Hermione left without a fuss. "Silencio" Scabior said and Hermione instantly unable to make the slightest sound. She stared up at the snatcher, not allowing any trace of fear to show on her face. But then he lifted his hand and brought it to her face. It stroked her cheek and went down her neck. His hand was warm; she tried to move away from it and stumbled. She'd have rather fallen to the frozen ground a second time than be caught by this man. "Lets take these off shall we?" he said noticing the cords binding her so thoroughly. He left a thick cord around her wrists and that was it.

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